Germany's newest song hit was hummed in streetcars, in movie theaters and at political meetings. . . . Its slow march tune was catchy, and its lyrics fitted Berlin's melancholy mood.
There are Crowns of Glory to be given us; and Garments that will make us ſhine like the Sun in the Firmament of Heaven.
We dined at Martin's, and then came on to father Low's: we have rode but eight miles this day.
She finally caught the mood of the occasion.
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